Oh, Mick! "Bebe closed the door, and from that moment on shame and secrets grew in the damp darkness of that crawl space like spring tulips." I remember this story from when you were writing your memoir. SUCH a good job reducing the original to this perfect sentence. People can't handle the darkness. ❤️❤️❤️
Powerful story… thankyou for trudging so i could read this and be inspired again! Upon reading Mick i instantly am sitting in a peaceful hammock in my mind unlocked by authenticity! Your real talk is my dog whistle!
my eyes so soft
Don't
Surrender
Your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so
Tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear
- Hafiz
The greatest thing I learned from my ongoing therapy is that: 'I am not that person.'
Thanks, as always, Mick, for a great read.
Michael.
You broke out that 1350 poem!
Oh, Mick! "Bebe closed the door, and from that moment on shame and secrets grew in the damp darkness of that crawl space like spring tulips." I remember this story from when you were writing your memoir. SUCH a good job reducing the original to this perfect sentence. People can't handle the darkness. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for putting this out there, Mick I'm sure this wasn't easy to write. ❤️
Thank you Mick.
Powerful story… thankyou for trudging so i could read this and be inspired again! Upon reading Mick i instantly am sitting in a peaceful hammock in my mind unlocked by authenticity! Your real talk is my dog whistle!
Horrific, heavy and beautiful all at once. Thank you
Thank you Mick
Thanks Mick .
They’re not worms... They sure look and feel like ‘em sometimes though eh.
Thank you for this mick.
Beautiful story Mick..